Giacomo Costello
Feeling some distress not knowing how long the girl has been here alone running
risks, I take the moment to sit in front of him, laying my head on his shoulder wanting to observe a little more the piece of paradise fallen on earth.
Small hands shake as she tries to hold back tears, long black dress making it clear she's lost someone, blue eyes stealing all the beauty of the coming storm.
-I'm alone.
I open my arms in front of the painful whisper in an unthinking attitude, the girl throws herself in my arms, making my mind explode with the feeling of belonging, I feel the sweet smell trapped in her hair, wanting to comfort her pain as I feel my heart pounding hard wanting to keep her safe.
I'm lost in time stroking the blonde locks as his tears fall uncontrollably again, the feeling of helplessness creeping up my spine, so I hugged the little angel tightly wanting to convey some comfort, with the need to take his pain for myself.
-You will never be alone child, you have me. - I say with sincerity without understanding the words that come out of my own mouth.
The eyes lift up from my chest displaying a beautiful glow at the bottom of the irises along with a small smile lighting up the darkness under my skin, I pulled my hands away from his back feeling that they burn as a punishment for touching such an angelic being, I raise my hands pulling the small cord removing the small medal I inherited hidden under the suit placing it around his delicate neck being graced with a smile getting bigger leaving his face reddened like a sculpture.
-When you think you're sad, remember that you have a piece of me with you.
In many years, I finally felt a real smile on my face, when admiring the grateful look, I got up from the floor extending my hand to the little one, who hugged me tightly sighing and opening a smile as she ran away, I admired the hurried steps with her chest Squeezing in, the rage returned like a ball of destruction as he pulled up beside the De Angelis brothers. Absorbed by the terrifying sight of the little angel so close to the demons I didn't even notice the soldier's approach.
-She'll be a good deal. - I ignored Giuseppe's voice.
Stunned by the sensations the girl aroused at the same time as fury surges through my veins at wanting to rip her away from the bastards mingling with reality, the sin of even thinking about keeping such an angel with me.
-It's just a girl.
I responded knowing that the most faithful and efficient of my soldiers did not leave, since I was initiated my father placed Giuseppe in my safety becoming a good friend and adviser as well as a soldier.
-Girls grow up to be women. - I turned to look at the stoic expression carved on his face.